Dawn gradually arrived.
The Prince sat dejectedly on a bed.
He didn't know where he was, he only knew that he had been put into a car, and that car kept driving around until it stopped in front of a two-story building.
Then, he was taken inside the two-story building and locked in this room.
The room wasn't bad, but it felt oppressive.
The Prince couldn't understand why his Uncle Zhou would go against their agreement. Hadn't he said that once his father was gone, he'd be able to take over his father's business?
The Prince gazed blankly at the window welded with iron bars, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't express.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
The territorial war between Xingyi'an Company and the Money Group was in full swing.
Under the leadership of the Three Kings, many of the Money Group's locations were successively lost, with at least five people taken out that night, and police sirens echoed over Guangzhou City.
